"The snow came down from on top," explained Charlie. "It went right over his head and everything!"
"I hope he isn't hurt," said Mrs. Brown, picking up one of the small shovels the children had been using and beginning to help Uncle Tad dig.
"I guess it won't hurt him much," Charlie said. "The snow's soft. Once I was in a snow house and the roof fell in on me and I was all covered up, but I wasn't hurt."
"That's good," remarked Mrs. Brown. "We're digging you out, Bunny," she called.
"I don't guess he can hear you," said Helen, when no answer came from beneath the snow.
"I couldn't hear when I was in the snow house," said Charlie. "My ears were all stopped up."
"We'll soon have him out," declared Uncle Tad, tossing aside big shovelfuls of the damp snow. "It's a deep pile, though."
There were now three of them digging away at the pile of snow which hid Bunny Brown from sight. Of course Uncle Tad was doing the most work, as his shovel was so large. Pile after pile he tossed aside, and he was fast getting to the bottom, when, all of a sudden there was a cracking sound, and the handle of Uncle Tad's shovel broke in the middle.
"Oh, dear!" cried the old soldier. "This is too bad!"
"And we haven't another large shovel!" said Mrs. Brown. "Walter took our second one down to the dock with him this morning!"